Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Five : Wave

Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Five :Wave

His hand moved up to her stomach, his lips found the side of her neck, and he released her hair in favor of sliding that hand back to her hip. He held her in place while they settled, then eased out of her and quickly tugged her panties back into place. He did all that with his lips attached to the lower curve of her neck, and she felt the skin lift slightly before he released her enough to straighten.

Another, softer flush rushed through her. “Did you just—”

Her pants sailed over the back of the sofa and Bruno pulled her against him, chest-to-chest. “I did. So that while I’m gone, all you have to do is look in the mirror to remember how fucking sexy you are to me.” He slipped his hands under her shirt again, until his palms rested on her skin. “If I have to, I’ll leave hickeys and love bites on your body every single fucking day until you can’t picture yourself any other way. Until associating that image with a screaming orgasm is your automatic response.”

Veronica ’s lips dropped open in a silent gasp. Her belly coiled with a fresh wave of want.

He growled and kissed her again, one hand dropping to clamp over her ass. His tongue swept through her mouth, demanding and giving all at once.

Bruno groaned and bent over her, switching the hand at her hip in order twist one in her hair and find her lips in an awkward, messy, sexy-as-hell kiss. The shift in angle drove him deeper, somehow, and they moaned into each other’s mouths. The kiss broke too soon and he said roughly, “Keep your face forward now until I say otherwise.”

Confusion flickered through her, but Veronica aimed her gaze forward once more. His rhythm didn’t falter, neither did his grip on her hair, and she didn’t know how much longer she would last. His hand left her hip and she heard him mutter a curse under his breath.

His hips slammed a bit harder into hers, driving his cock deeper, and his grip on her hair tightened just enough to force her head up. The combination arched her back and she cried out, her belly fluttering as she teetered on the brink of release. His next murmur washed over her like another caress. “Fuck.”

Veronica clutched at the couch, breathing hard as dots of white began popping behind her eyes. Her toes were barely balanced on the floor from the force of his thrusts and she was fairly certain those were her moans filling the air.

The hand he’d removed from her hip returned to her skin and snaked around, fingers going straight for her clit. His grip on her hair eased a fraction and his lips pressed against her shoulder. “Let me see your beautiful face when you come, baby.”

She glanced over her shoulder, he sank inside her, and his fingers rolled against her clit. It was too much. She barely made eye-contact with him before her body burst, her every sense consumed with pleasure. This time, though, she noticed the way he growled into her skin and shuddered over her seconds later. She noticed the sensation of something hot pouring into her.

He pulled her in and grazed his lips over hers, then teased her lips with his tongue as his hand lifted to tangle in her hair. He deepened the kiss, his other hand dragging down her body to settle on her thigh. He kissed her passionately, intensely, until she started to feel lightheaded.

Then he positioned himself to kneel below her, reached down, and slipped a hand between her thighs. Gently, he massaged the skin, working up until he found her hot center and could sweep his fingers through her folds. She shifted a little, releasing a mewling moan, and he teased her clit for a precious second. As soon as she was wet enough, he adjusted his hips and took hold of her thigh, giving himself room to push his full, aching length inside of her.

Veronica squirmed, her head rolling, and she made a sound of approval.

Bruno groaned as her pussy spasmed around him. He wanted to lose himself, to surrender to his most primal urges and just fuck her until his balls were dry and the thought of more contact actually hurt. But he also didn’t want to wake her up. So he held her thigh against his abdomen, slid his other hand beneath the stolen shirt to touch more of her skin, and slowly started rocking.

He stroked his cock in and out of her slick pussy. He was careful not to thrust too hard, but still it wasn’t long before he was fighting the need to come. It was too soon. He wanted more. He wanted to see how many sleepy moans he could pull from her, how much she would squirm for him, and if he could get her to orgasm before she woke. No. That was a necessity.

He moved his hand from her hip and dipped it down, finding her clit without breaking rhythm. She was so fucking tight and wet, her body already starting to convulse around him. It didn’t take much. He rolled the nub beneath his fingers as he sank inside her again, and this time, when she woke with a scream, it was the one kind of scream he loved to hear on her lips.

The way she twisted her hips with the motion was the last push he needed and Bruno let out a roar as he emptied inside her.

Veronica dropped onto her elbows, angled to look up at him, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly

She thought it would be too humiliating to confess. “I like the way you feel inside me.”

His hand lifted from her hip to curl around her nape and tug her down for a wet, demanding kiss. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, the hand over her ass keeping her almost completely still atop him. Only when he retreated did Bruno let out a groan and rumble, “That’s my good girl.”

Her whole body flushed and she smiled before she realized it. She slid her hands around his neck, letting her fingers lift just enough to scrape her nails over the back of his neck. “Which of us goes first?”

He groaned and kissed her, hard and demanding, crushing her beneath him as if he needed to consume her entire body. And she was happy to let him.

He reached over, caught her by the chin, and tilted her head back until he could slide his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was wet and messy and delightful, and it left her breathing too hard when he retreated.

Veronica rolled her hips against his, still catching her breath, and reached down to drag his hand from her clit up to her chest. She held him there as he curled his fingers into her boob, kneading with the perfect bite of roughness.

His hand slid up, between her breasts, and curled around her throat as his lips moved to her ear. Love you ” he said

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured against her lips. Then he plunged his tongue into her mouth and sheathed his cock in her pussy, swallowing her outcry as his hands glided up and down her sides. It was as if he didn’t know where to touch first, where to squeeze or linger, because he wanted to touch her everywhere.

She loved it. She loved all of it.

The kiss broke as he picked up a hard pace, thrusting into her relentlessly.

He huffed out a laugh and hauled her into his lap, kissing her again. He rolled his tongue through her mouth and said, “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, baby. But as long as we agree we’re not letting go, that’s what matters.”